Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1887-10-15

primrose. 1t must nave been about this time
that everything began to look US If it belonged
to a dream. ami not sure when that strange
feeling began; l knew, however, that Dan
used to follow me about, and was loath to let
me go out Of his sight. for fear, l suppose,
that, being in this dreamy way, l might fall
into mischief and do myself some injury.
Also, lie began to talk OF doctors, and goiug
to Lyme for a change. Poor old Dan!
The place was so quiet, so remote from all
external influences, hat one fell back easily
upon ones OWN brooding thoughts; I had no
duties and 40 distractions. Dan was not a
great talker, and Job was actually dumb, SO
that I lived in q dream, and it was a dream
of the past
One night I could not sleep. 1t was in the
middle of August, when there is little dark
ness on tho sen, but only 4 luminous twilight.
I rose about midnight, und dressed myself
quickly, thinking l should escape Dan,s at
t~entions, and stole dow stairs into the open
air, just as l had done two years and a half
before, to watch for the return of the Dane.
ing Polly. 1t was not, as then, a rough and
boisterous night; there had been all day a
fresh breeze blowing from tho southeast.
This had died away and there was little air
left. l slowly passed down the well known
path, to sit by the shore and think Of my
poor dead Will. l sat there while the night
slipped away. 1 was facinG'the mouth of the
little creek, looking straight out TO sea.
When the morning broke there was a light
fog upon the water, which the sun, when it
rose, colored with a beautiful hue, changing
every minute. l remembered ~then-heaven
knows how!-that i1 was the l4th Of August,
and three years, since first l saw my VIII.
AS l gazed seaward, looking through the fog,
! became aware Of q ghost.
1t was the ghost Of a boat shining in the
golden mist, all gorgeous with colors. The
hull was yellow and blue md crimson. tho
colors changing every moment; tho sail
looked like a sheet of azure silk, and til.
spirit who stood behind the mast-it was the
spirit of my Will-was all glorined. stood
quite still, fearing that the vision would fade.
of the night, but never in the broad day, and
i'll dreams he vanished-s 20 swiftly that I could
never find time to speak to him. The boat
seemed, at first, to be floating on tho water.
but she was not. III the light dir of the
morning she was slowly making for the land;
and lost all the gorgeous colors which the fog
had lent her. But tho ghost of my Will re.
manned, pale. as all ghosts Of drowned men
should be. He saw me, as the bow of the
BOAT grated on the stones-he cried my amc-
he threw up his arms-he leapcd ashore.
kness before him, "let me speak to you. Do
not go away, as you do in tho dreams. Let
mo speak to you. I knew you would some
day think of me and como up from the grave.
On, what am l to say, now you arc hcrcl
What can l say, dear Will poor Will! my
dead love, my lost darling! come from
breaking!. win, it is breaking with grief
and pain!'
"Pleasance," ho cried, lifting mo in his
strong arms and folding mo TO his heart
"Pleasancc, l am not dead am no ghost,
my darling. am como back to you again,
NV love. NV darlinrI,